Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Being grateful is a decision that you make every morning
when your feet hit the floor. Gratefulness will orient you correctly. In this
grateful state you can find joy and peace in the little things that start your
day. Toast that is beautifully toasted. Preserves that contain fruity bits for
your mouth. Hot coffee.

When you are truly grateful, you know that everything you
need is out in the universe waiting for you. Your search for ideas and other
works will lead you to the place you are supposed to be. Your waiting
expectantly and gratefully will be enough. All your accomplishments will mark
the path on which you should be moving.

I wake up in the morning and I greet the sun. Hello Sun,
Sister Moon, all creation waits for the sons and daughters. Imagine the
creation is out there listening and waiting for our gratitude with faith that
we will one day get it right. Come with me, let us join together, with
gratitude and seek peace, joy, and grace.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Most of my life Ihave been competitive. I love the challenge of beating. Winning is a
good feeling. Lately, I have turned inward. This inward turning led to the
discovery of the practice of Yoga. Locally I practice with instructor Bee
Bradley of the Sun-Moon Yoga Studio. This is a new experience because there is
no competition with Yoga.

The meditation aspect of yoga is an inward turning. Learning
to quiet your mind and just be. This is a powerful state. It can be to sitting
quietly with God. Praying as we Christians often do it involves pleading and
invoking to get our way. I believe that God is happiest with us when we are
just being in his goodness and presence. Sitting still and knowing He is there
is, perhaps, the greatest form of companionship with our creator.

The world would be a different place if all the other type
of praying were sufficient to solve problems. I think many things would be
resolved. Perhaps we are all being called to meditate on our own spiritual and
physical well being.

My competitive nature will not be denied indefinitely. As I
practice Yoga I become stronger and set little challenges for myself. My goal
is to become strong enough to stand on my head, an inversion. Right now my
arms, wrists, and shoulders are not strong enough but stay tuned.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

I love to write book reviews. They are wonderful training for
conciseness. You want to share what the writer has shown you. There are many
writers in the world and many visions. The reason there are so many is that
each writer us is unique and speaks to a unique group of people. Many, many
books speak to me. The world is full of excellent story tellers. I love them
all.

There are books to curl up with on a Saturday afternoon
while it is raining. Their stories go well with hot chocolate, maybe popcorn.
These little mysteries grab your shirt front and drag you right into the middle
of the action before you can say who-done-it. I like the ones with humor or
some quirky main character.

The romances that will draw me in are a little more sophisticated.
I like a sassy heroine on her way somewhere. Usually my favorites are supported
by a classical plot structure. I have found plots from Shakespeare in romance
novels. Romances that are not well done are just not that interesting.

I like heroes that start at one point and move to some
development as a product of experience or time. My favorite heroes and my
favorite villains are not that far apart. There is a very thin moral line of
redemption between the best good guy and the great bad guy. I think that
villains are harder to craft because you have to know so much about them to
create a good one.

Graphic novels are becoming favorites also. My daughter and
I read the Sandman series at about the same time. I was enchanted by the
possibilities of art becoming another character in the story.

I love children’s books. A good one will send me to the
order site for my grandchildren. Good pictures, wry stories. They are sometimes
the best present of all.

I am off to review another book for Amazon. My kindle and I’ve
become great friends. I’ll download a free offer at the drop of a hat. I always
try to offer a concise and encouraging review.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I have a fairy house on my piano. My granddaughter and
daughter made it for me. It is lovely. I enjoy imagining the fairy that
might live inside of it. It is elegant glass with a central chandelier that is
blue when the light shines through it.

There are rules to making fairy houses. Even though they are
simple, they’re followed religiously by the fairy house builder’s union,
granddaughters and the young of heart. They are constructed out of stuff you
find around, in the garage, in the shed. Things no longer useful, needing a
redesign for a new purpose. Often the structures are found next to trees, or
hidden away in garden nooks. They are small constructions, bits of whimsy. I
love to look at them.

I think fairies, like the rest of us, have different skills.
The one that lives on my piano is young and just learning to play his music. I
hear him sometimes practicing his twinkle, twinkle. I’m sure he will eventually
master the tune. I suspect his name is Dunstone. He is trying things to see
where he has talent. Next he is going to learn hang gliding.

I saw a fairy house once that had a lapel pin on the roof
and my granddaughter told me the fairy received cable. Fairies are capable of
anything you can imagine. I’ll have to tell Dunstone’s story one of these days,
he is interesting to watch and will surely teach us something.